Today was a sad day. I have been to the funeral of old climbing friend. I hadn’t seen her or her husband for some time, but, nevertheless it was a sad occassion. Several climbing friends from the ‘old days’ were there and it was nice to catch up.
The strange thing was that during the service a poem was read out. It was the same poem I posted lasted Saturday under ‘Moor than a Letter of Wishes’. I thought it was a very fitting prose for my friend who loved the outdoors and her life. I also sensed a shiver down my spine.